Forced Marriage ABO

Yue Zishou's voice was not very real on the other end of the phone.It may be because of the distortion caused by the communication, or it may be because Fu Xinchen's mind is not clear now, no matter what he listens to or sees, it seems to be separated by a layer.

He heard Yue Zishou say, "What's wrong?"

Yue Zishou's voice fell on Fu Xinchen's heart like a drop of water, but he was too hot at the moment, a drop of water evaporated instantly.

"I miss you..." Fu Xinchen murmured.

Fu Xinchen's state at the moment is different from usual.He talks with Yue Zishou with a bit of restraint on weekdays.He looked at Yue Zishou and felt that Yue Zishou was self-reliant, and Yue Zishou looked at him, and it was the same.

Fu Xinchen had never said "I miss you" out of his mouth, let alone in such a sticky tone—yes, it was sticky.

It's like maltose, sticky, sweet and greasy.

Such a tone made Yue Zishou feel sweetness from the root of his tongue to the root of dust.

Yue Zishou sighed softly, like the first sip of iced cola on a hot day.

"What did you say?" Yue Zishou said, "I didn't hear clearly."

Fu Xinchen was in a daze, and repeated lingeringly: "I miss you... Abbot Yue..."

Yue Zishou was silent, and then said: "I'm sorry, the signal on the mountain is not good, what did you just say?"

Fu Xinchen was at a loss: "I miss you! I miss you!" He said loudly.Just like this can drive away the depression crowded in the chest, "Abbot Yue, I miss you so much..."

"Yeah." Yue Zishou's voice couldn't hear any emotion, "Then what do you want to do?"

Fu Xinchen said, "I want to see you."

Yue Zishou was silent.

The original Fu Xinchen should be used to this kind of silence.

Yue Zishou would be silent for a few seconds before saying anything.

Yue Zishou rarely speaks without thinking.It's normal, it's like that for people like him.Fu Xinchen had met and interviewed some high-ranking and powerful people because of his work, and they only spoke slowly when they wanted to understand what they were going to say.Such people are well aware of the power of speaking, so they will always speak more cautiously, and it is impossible to speak freely like ordinary people.

Fu Xinchen also understood Yue Zishou's habit of speaking after thinking.

But now Fu Xinchen couldn't quite understand it.

He was very bored, and his tone was full of impatience: "Can you hear me?"

"Yes." There was a smile in Yue Zishou's voice, as gentle as coaxing a child, "I'll be right here." This seemed to be the first time Yue Zishou used such a light tone of "la".

Just as Fu Xinchen had never spoken to Yue Zishou in such a sweet tone, this was also the first time that Yue Zishou spoke to Fu Xinchen in such a gentle and ambiguous tone.

Fu Xinchen was unconsciously fascinated: "Really?" Fu Xinchen asked.

"Of course." Yue Zishou was very gentle, "Wait for me."

Yue Zishou ended the call with Fu Xinchen, and then called Fu Jianfeng.

Yue Zishou asked, "Does your home have a helipad?"

"?" Fu Jianfeng replied, "Of course not."

Who in the average person will be equipped with this kind of thing?

"I understand." Yue Zishou nodded without saying anything.

Ten minutes later, Yue Zishou drove a jet-powered flying motorcycle and landed on the roof of Fu Jianfeng's house.

Fu Jianfeng is aware of this kind of flying motorcycle, and it is not a new invention, it has already been put into commercial use in some places.There are still not many people riding motorcycles that can fly. One is that it is difficult to get a driver's license, and the other is that such motorcycles are difficult to buy.

The special forces of the Eastern Empire are also using this thing.It is said that the police in some Middle Eastern countries are already patrolling with flying motorcycles.However, it was the first time for Fu Jianfeng to see the entity of this aircraft.At first glance, this flying motorcycle is larger than ordinary motorcycles. The four turbos are exhausted at the bottom of the motorcycle, just like a four-wing drone.The black carbon fiber body is extremely light and glows in the neon lights, but the man driving this futuristic vehicle is a handsome man in a monk's robe - it seems a bit inconsistent no matter how you look at it.

Fu Jianfeng coughed: "Why do you..."

"I'll come and see Mrs. Zhun." Yue Zishou said.

His tone was full of reason, especially when he said the words "Mrs.-to-be".

Moreover, Yue Zishou specifically said "Madam-to-be" instead of "Longzi" or "Fu Xinchen", with some inexplicable meaning in his articulate.

Fu Jianfeng was surprised: "So suddenly..."

Yue Zishou looked at Fu Jianfeng: "He's not feeling well. He needs me."

"Is he uncomfortable?" Fu Jianfeng was very worried, and brought Yue Zishou home.Seeing Yue Zishou, Qiao Rongrong was also very surprised: "Why are you here?"

Fu Jianfeng rushed to say: "Abbot Yue said that our son is not feeling well..."

Qiao Rongrong's complexion suddenly changed, and she coughed twice unnaturally: "Oh... oh... that's it..."

Fu Jianfeng was also slow to react. Looking at Qiao Rongrong's face, he understood what Yue Zishou meant, and he felt a little embarrassed.In the middle of the night, Yue Zishou flew all the way from the Wuming Mountain, is... is he here to do that?

Fu Jianfeng is not an OMEGA, so he doesn't know how uncomfortable this is, he just thinks it's embarrassing.Qiao Rongrong's style is conservative and quite embarrassing.

Yue Zishou was not shy at all, as if this was the most normal and justified thing.With his hands behind his back, he swaggered into Fu Xinchen's room.

Fu Xinchen's room was not big, just big enough for a bed, a desk and a wardrobe.The space is quite cramped.

Yue Zishou frowned secretly, thinking that Mrs. Zhun should be allowed to live in a more comfortable place earlier.

At this moment, the wife-to-be is on the bed.

The maltose-like, sweet, sticky lady-to-be... seems to have disappeared.

Fu Xinchen was lying on the bed, and when he saw Yue Zishou, a look of panic flashed across his face.

Yue Zishou immediately understood: the prospective wife should have just "self-relieved" once, and she was temporarily sober.

"Didn't I tell you to wait for me?" Yue Zishou's tone seemed to blame.

"I..." Fu Xinchen choked, not knowing what to say.

Is there anything more embarrassing than just thinking about someone masturbating and then that person shows up?

Then, the man also turned on the light.

Yue Zishou turned on the light, and the small space was immediately filled with the light of the incandescent lamp, and there was nowhere to hide.

Fu Xinchen's original clothes were scattered by the bed in a mess, but he was wearing an ill-fitting monk's robe.The monk's robe is thin and sweaty, the original white color is almost transparent, and any traces can be clearly seen.

Fu Xinchen fell on the bed with his face up, bent his legs in embarrassment, and hurriedly covered his body with the quilt, trying to cover up those marks.But it's a pity that even if the quilt can cover the stains on the clothes, it can't cover the smell of the whole room.

Yue Zishou, as if he couldn't feel it, sat on the side of the bed naturally, slowly coiling the string of coral beads in his hands, looking at Fu Xinchen quietly with dark eyes.

Fu Xinchen was looked at with numbness in his scalp, and said in a low voice, "Abbot, why is the abbot here?"

"You asked me to come." Yue Zishou replied.

Fu Xinchen swallowed, and said: "I... I'm sorry... It's so late, I still disturb you..."

Yue Zishou smiled: "We are about to become husband and wife, so we don't need to see each other like this."

Fu Xinchen couldn't answer any more, but his face became even hotter.

"Ma'am," said Yue Zishou, "are you feeling better?"

Fu Xinchen became even more shy. I don't know if it was because Yue Zishou asked about his body, or because of Yue Zishou's address to him.

"I..." Fu Xinchen stammered, "I, I'm better..."

"Really?" Yue Zishou shook his head, "You lied to me."

"How come...it's really better..." Fu Xinchen couldn't help thinking about Yue Zishou's appearance just now, and he did something wrong, so he really got better.However, after venting, shame surged up all at once, making Fu Xinchen feel ashamed.

"The face is so red." Yue Zishou stretched out his hand and gently stroked Fu Xinchen's cheek, "What about the forehead..." Yue Zishou came all the way from the Wuming Temple, his fingers were quite cold, sliding across Fu Xinchen's smooth forehead, "The forehead is also hot."

Feeling Yue Zishou's touch, Fu Xinchen's body began to heat up again.

Fu Xinchen closed his eyes, and smelled the smell of rain and rust belonging to Yue Zishou again.

This time, it didn't come from the monk's robe.

Yue Zishou's body was getting closer and closer to him, and Fu Xinchen could feel it.

Yue Zishou's breath smelled of rain, cold and moist.

Fu Xinchen opened his mouth slightly, and was kissed.

"Oh!" Fu Xinchen opened his eyes in surprise, and tried to hide, but found that his back was stuck to the soft mattress, and there was nowhere to hide.

Hot, so hot.

Fu Xinchen's body was getting hotter and hotter, but Yue Zishou's skin was cold.

Fu Xinchen couldn't help clinging to it, like a desert traveler rushing towards an oasis, regardless of whether it was a mirage or not.

At this time, Yue Zishou walked away.

"Abbot..." Fu Xinchen seemed to be pleading in his tone, "Abbot..."

Pata——Yue Zishou turned off the light.

The room was plunged into darkness.

Although he couldn't see anything, relying on his instinct, Fu Xinchen quickly found Yue Zishou exuding a strong pheromone aura.

He threw himself into Yue Zishou's arms.

He soon discovered that Yue Zishou's body was no longer cold, but warmer and hotter than him.

Fu Xinchen was originally feeling hot and wanted to find ice, so he groped for Yue Zishou like that.When Yue Zishou became hot, Fu Xinchen wanted to escape, but it was too late.

Although it was pitch black all around, Fu Xinchen was able to find Yue Zishou sensitively just now. Correspondingly, Yue Zishou was also able to catch Fu Xinchen who was trying to avoid him immediately.

Yue Zishou pressed him from behind, as fierce as a wild beast.He was already bigger than Fu Xinchen, and it was easy to control this OMEGA.He clasped Fu Xinchen's slender wrists with both hands, pushed his legs away from Fu Xinchen's knees, locked his sharp teeth tightly on Fu Xinchen's bleeding neck, completely controlled his body, and absolutely did not give him Any escape space.

In the darkness, Fu Xinchen couldn't see anything, he could only smell blood.

He thought it was the smell that came from being bitten and bleeding, but gradually, he realized that it was Yue Zishou's pheromone.

Yue Zishou's pheromone is blood.

In the small room, there was a bloody smell, like iron windows that had been drenched in rain, with a strong smell.But this fishy smell was diluted by the quiet fragrance of frangipani.Burmese gardenia, a flower in Buddhist temples, is fragrant and pure, and always gives people a sense of purity.

Smelling the sweet fragrance of frangipani flowers, Yue Zishou's suppressed, turbulent, and boiling emotions in his chest can be soothed a little—just a little.

Fu Xinchen felt exhausted and weak, and fell asleep in the ensuing heat wave.

When I woke up, it was almost noon the next day.

out of force.

exhausted.

pain.

Fu Xinchen's mind was befuddled.

"Are you awake?" Yue Zishou's voice sounded out of nowhere.

Fu Xinchen suddenly opened his eyes wide, and all kinds of events from last night flashed in Fu Xinchen's mind like a slideshow, Fu Xinchen blushed suddenly, and his heart beat chaotically.

But he looked at Yue Zishou, only to see Yue Zishou sitting cross-legged by the bed, well-dressed, holding a string of coral beads in his hand, looking calm and at ease.It was as if the beast-like man last night was imagined by Fu Xinchen.

Yue Zishou looked no different than usual at this moment, still so elegant and graceful.

Fu Xinchen blinked, looking confused.

Yue Zishou smiled and stroked Fu Xinchen's forehead: "Do you still have a fever?"

It was just a simple gesture, but it made Fu Xinchen feel inexplicably close.

He vaguely felt that after last night, Yue Zishou became closer to him.

But it could also be an illusion.

Everything last night was even like a dream.

Fu Xinchen frowned: His fever last night was a sequelae of the mark.When he had a fever, his mind was not clear enough, and he could not remember many details clearly. He even suspected that the parts he remembered clearly were also part of his imagination.No matter how you look at it, Yue Zishou doesn't look like that wild beast in the dark.

"I'm better...thank you..." Fu Xinchen started to speak, only to realize that his voice was very hoarse, he frowned and cleared his throat.

Yue Zishou poured him a glass of water and handed it to his lips.

Only then did Fu Xinchen understand that Yue Zishou wanted to feed himself water.He immediately felt embarrassed, and reached out to take the water glass, expressing that he wanted to drink it himself.

Yue Zishou didn't insist, and just said: "Is your throat better? You yelled too loudly last night, I'm afraid the neighbors heard it too."

"Pfft..." Fu Xinchen almost sprayed water.

Yue Zishou comforted again: "It's okay. They will pretend not to hear."

"..."

Probably because of Yue Zishou's "kind" reminder, Fu Xinchen finally confirmed that what happened last night really happened.

Although Fu Xinchen's body was sore and tired, it also reminded him that this was a fact.

However... everything in the dark is too unclear.

Fu Xinchen lowered his head to drink water, but carefully glanced at Yue Zishou from the corner of his eye.

Yue Zishou was well-dressed and dignified, with no emotions or desires in his expression.

A strange thought came to Fu Xinchen's mind: Did Yue Zishou at "that time" also have such an expression?